Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 1050 - 533: Charlatan (Part 3)

Chen Xuantian looked at her,

"Remove the talisman."

The maid was momentarily confused,

"But, but, if the Nangong Family bloodline is not here, it still can’t be opened..."

Chen Xuantian chuckled,

"Don’t worry, trust me, just remove it, everything is within my calculations."

At this point, the maid was already at a loss, like a puppet, she reached out to remove the talisman, then followed Chen Xuantian together, and pushed open the door.

Hmm, it opened, just like that.

The treasure house of the Nangong Family, full of dazzling Heavenly Materials Treasures, and colorful collections, heaps of treasures laid out just like that before the two of them.

Then Chen Xuantian released her hand, politely bowed,

"Thank you, miss, for your help. Our karma is settled, you can leave. Walk away, don’t look back, once you’re out, you’ll be safe."

The maid stood bewildered, completely unable to comprehend, just stared blankly at Chen Xuantian.

"What are you saying? What karma? How can this door open? Are you from the Nangong Family..."

Chen Xuantian smiled gently,

"I’m not, but you are."

The maid was stunned like a wooden chicken.

Then Chen Xuantian explained briefly,

"That’s right. Not only am I not of the Nangong Family bloodline, but Nangong Che is not originally a son of the Nangong Family either. He was but born through a surrogate.

He is from your Master Tiantai, who stole a prince from the Southern Country Royal Family, using his Royal Decree to shelter the Nangong Family, while conducting other scientific research, but that’s not the key point.

The key point is, when coming to deposit or withdraw treasures, you were always the one to remove the talisman, right? So do you understand? You, or rather the four maids, are the bloodline of the Nangong Family, thus you are the ones who can remove this talisman.

Do you really think that the Nangong Family would casually hand over such an important ’treasure house key’ to a maid without any martial power? Do you really think the position of Nangong Family Master would be handed to an outsider?

You are a daughter of the Nangong Family, of course, you were not born to the main wife, maybe from the previous generation or a branch of the Nangong lineage, but to be selected as concubines of the Young General, you must have the closest and purest bloodline.

Even the Twelve Tigers probably bear some blood of the Nangong Family to various extents. After all, over the years, the Nangong Family has intermarried with house guards to consolidate power, mixing the bloodlines.

And although Nangong Che is just a puppet, he is indeed an Emperor’s Descendant, bearing the Royal Decree. Even if he didn’t sire them, once that title is established, the offspring you bear will indeed be Young Generals who can carry on the family lineage. This is the Nangong Family’s strategy."

The maid blankly looked at him,

"How did you..."

"How do I know all this?"

Chen Xuantian smiled,

"I’ve been watching your family for three months. What don’t I know? I’ve been setting up in front of this door for three months, what haven’t I calculated?

I not only know when the treasure house key is, and whose hand it’s in, but I also know who is most favored, who attracts the most jealousy, who is most ostracized, who is eager to escape from that birdcage, and when to strike for a chance of success.

I know how to manipulate her, know how to make her believe she has no retreat, and know once she truly believes it, she’ll grasp the lifesaving straw you throw, even at the expense of her own life.

Now it’s over, I’ve thoroughly obtained Nangong’s Daoist Collection, given by you personally. My karma with the Nangong Family is settled."

The maid gazed at him, eyes filled with despair,

"I, I don’t understand... why... why is it..."

"I’ve explained so much, and you still don’t understand? Then let me make it clearer."

Chen Xuantian sighed, put away his smile, looked at her coldly,

"You are the last remaining bloodline of the Nangong Family, there won’t be anything happening to you.

Nangong Che doesn’t touch you because he has recently been exhausted by the demon taking his Primordial Yang, he is indeed powerless, fearing exposure.

It’s all a lie I’ve sold you, because you are the easiest to deceive."

"You damned fatty! I’ll never forgive you!"

The maid pouted, threw the Yin Yang Jade at Chen Xuantian, turned around in tears, and ran away.

Chen Xuantian didn’t stop her, picked up the Yin Yang Jade, turned and stepped into the treasure house, clasped his hands, and sat silent for a while.

After a long silence, he suddenly reached out his hand, covered his face, seemingly letting out a faint sob.

Then, at that instant! A shadow broke through the clouds, revealing invisibility! A sword pierced toward Chen Xuantian’s back!

Listening to the sword wind whistle! Chen Xuantian’s body trembled violently! As if instinctively leaping forward, ducking his head, rolling, attempting to escape the sword!

However, that man’s Dao Power was deep, reaching the Nascent Soul realm, the sword power was astonishing, with a Qi Blade three feet long!

What’s more, the assassin struck exactly at the moment his Daoist Heart was disturbed! During his unguarded time! Relentlessly pursuing! How could it be easy for him to escape!

Suddenly, the sword aura surged! Sword speed like radiance! Seeing Chen Xuantian with no escape route! Just about to be pierced dead on the spot!

The assassin saw it.

He saw, at the moment Chen Xuantian turned and rolled away, seemingly unintentionally, or as if at will, raised his hand, revealing what’s underneath the canvas cover.

A gigantic serpent head.

"Thud!"

At the moment that pair of bright yellow snake pupils entered vision, the assassin’s pupils exploded violently, the almond nuclei sounded the alarm, awakening the primordial fear deep-seated in genes and subconscious.

Then the autonomic nervous storm abruptly halted as if stomped to the end. The acetylcholine mediated, mountains collapsing and tsunamis erupting parasympathetic response took over everything.

Heartbeat and breath forcibly dragged into the abyss, biological currents surging along meridians, Qi Veins, and nerve pathways spreading throughout the body, every inch of muscle, every cell lock into absolute stiffening, tidal waves of endorphins arrived, washing all sensation of pain and fear into cold tides.

As if suddenly frightened and frozen like a goat, or like a cat slipping at the critical pounce moment, the assassin fell to the floor, head hitting the ground, the sword flew out of his hand, his whole body joints stiff as stones, rigid as dead wood, unable to move a bit, could only grimace with disbelief, staring at the fatty’s back.

Then Chen Xuantian slowly turned, revealing a tear-streaming face.

No, that’s not tears at all, it’s blood.

Chen Xuantian held in his hand, two eyeballs, freshly gouged from his eye sockets, pulsating and steaming.

"Finally, I’ve conned you out, let’s have a chat, Chief Clerk Zheng."

Then Chen Xuantian struck with a palm, collapsing his skull, shattering bones, exploded the head, scooping out the Nascent Soul, stuffed it into his mouth.